AN: The last chapter! Yay! It's from IV's POV.
Disclaimer:Mimi si Daktari mwenyewe nani.
Ch 10: A Close Call
So, I was ready to show my hand and get everyone out, when Scholar III strides in, yanks a necklace-shaped coercion device off the Black Guardian's neck, and grinds it into powder under her foot. I'm so impetuous sometimes. I'd have done that too, but I knew what would happen if I did. Argh.
So, Scholar III barks orders, gets rid of some arguing, violent, former Alliance members, and then realizes what she did. Yeah, oops. I quickly go over to the interface and start redirecting the countdown, but the Black Guardian is clever. I eventually give up and yell, "Everyone, run back to your respective TARDISes! The ship's gonna blow in...three minutes, so run!"
As everyone scurries off, I hold out my hand for the credits as I explain while running."Did you see the ash on Scholar II's face and the containment spheres clipped to her belt? You owe me 100 credits."
Maker scowled and said, "Is this really the time for this? Run faster!"
We were only barely inside when a bright flash had us back in Calabi-Yau space. The White Guardian walked over and began to speak.
"Thank you, all. Now, I shall wipe the minds of this adventure of all of you except Eleven, Jenny, River, Maker, and Scholar IV. I am grateful for your assistance, and you have my word that I will keep the Black Guardian relatively controlled from here on out. I am very impressed with you all."
I sighed as we found ourself in Beauty, in the Vortex again. I muttered to Maker, "At least I managed to sneak some secrets of the universe off the Alliance Hub mainframe!:
Maker snickered as he muttered, "Even during a potential apocalypse, you always try to sneak information. Now, I think UNIT might have some paperwork for you about what we did to the Weeping Angels."
AN: Review, please! I'm done with this one, now on to the next!